0 comments/ 27905 views/ 4 favorites Bob the Knob By: Cat_photobuff "C'mon Cat, please?" "No!" "Pleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplease . . . . " "OKAY ALREADY!!! JEEZUS H. CHRIST!!!!" "Thanks Cat, I really appreciate it." "So what's your cousin's name again?" "Bob. He lives in San Francisco. He's only coming for the weekend . . . . . a long weekend . . . . . five days tops . . . . . definitely no more than a week." "Oh for chrissakes Michele, I have to entertain your nerdy cousin for a week?? Isn't he married?" "Nope, never been. He's a very independent person, like you! Just a little shy is all." "Yeah right. How old is he?" "He's 38, a lot younger than you of course, but not a problem right?" "Watch it 'Chele, or I'll have to bitch slap you into next week. You know I'm only 44. So your cousin Bob is a shy thirty eight year old single guy living in San Francisco. Gosh, I'm sure he couldn't possibly be gay huh?" "He's not gay, he's just very sensitive and sweet. I'll bet you ten dollars you're gonna like him. He's an engineer too. He does something with cell phones and Blackberries or computers or something. You two have a lot in common." It was a standing joke between Cat and her friend Michele that they were always making bets with each other. They were both very competitive and neither one liked to lose. "Uh, no offense 'Chele, but a guy that works with cell phones is not an engineer. At the Cape, we call them technicians. They solder wire and replace batteries; not exactly the same thing as an environmental and life support systems engineer for the space shuttle program. I doubt we have very much in common." "Well excuse me Miss My-Shit-Don't-Stink blonde rocket scientist best friend of mine. I didn't realize you were too important to socialize with mere mortals. I'll just tell cousin Bob the Knob not to even bother coming to Tennessee; I'll just take my last few remaining vacation days and go visit him out in California. I'll bet you couldn't even get him to kiss you goodnight anyway." "Bob the Knob? What the hell does that mean? Where did he get a nickname like that? And I'll bet I'll be using his face as a seat cushion by the second day." "I don't know, it was back in high school. I remember hearing some of his friends call him that, but he would never tell me where it came from. It's probably a reference to his nose. I'll bet YOU can't get him to tell you where the nickname came from." "So he has a big nose too? Does he have any hair left? Has his acne cleared up yet? How much does he weigh?" "He's a very solid 300 lbs, all muscle I believe. He has a lot of hair, he's not balding like his father." "Ah, a solid 300 lbs, he must have been a defensive tackle in college right? God, what am I getting myself into here." "You'll like him, really. He's really witty, and very intelligent, just the way you like your men. I'm sure he won't find you too hideous." "Uh huh, a jolly fat guy with a big nose. He's either Santa Claus or the number one pivot man in all the popular San Francisco circle jerks. I'll bet I can get him to propose to me before the week's out." "Come on Cat, just be nice to him. He was always very good to me when we were kids, like an older brother. You know how awkward it is to be the only one without a date. I don't want him to feel weird when we all go out as couples and he's all alone. Who knows, I'll bet you two will even hit it off! You'll be doing me and Tim a big favor. Do it for me, please? I'll let you explore your bi-curious tendencies with me. Anything you want. Deal?" "Okay deal. But I'm not a lesbian dammit!" "Thanks Cat, you're the best. Oh, and one more thing. Please don't hurt Bob." "Why, does he have emotional problems too? Hey, has he ever been a mental patient?" "No silly, I mean don't hurt him physically. You know, don't tie him up and paddle him or put handcuffs on him, or sit on his face until he can't breathe or anything like that. And for god's sake, don't use that crazy kung fu shit on him." "Only in self-defense 'Chele, only in self-defense. Hell, for all I know, your cousin Bob could be the next Ted Bundy!" As Michele lay back on the bed, she slipped her tube top off over her head, and then pulled off her tight little shorts, revealing the prettiest little pussy Cat had ever seen. 'Chele had small firm breasts, almost like a young teenager's, with perky pink nipples. Michele was only 33, and she kept her body as tight as a twenty year old's, running and working out at the same gym Cat used. As Cat placed her head between Michele's tan thighs, she thought to herself, "I'm not gay, just curious. Nothing will ever take the place of a nice hard cock pumping in and out of my pussy, or pounding away in my ass." And Cat loved the taste of semen, she couldn't get enough of it. But a woman knows how to eat pussy better than any man, and she loved tasting a nice healthy young twat every now and then. She dove in face first, and began licking and sucking Michele's cunt lips, seeking out her clit, bringing the young woman to orgasm within minutes. Soon Cat's face was all slick and shiny, coated with Michele's copious pussy cream. A few days later . . . . Bob was sitting in his cousin Michele's living room, feeling very uncomfortable. Her friend Katerina, or Katrina, or was it Catalina or Cantina (no, that's Spanish for restaurant or kitchen I think) or maybe Katmandu, god he hated when he forgot people's names. Stupid, stupid, stupid! Now I'm gonna look like an idiot when everyone figures out I don't know her name he thought. Why would she agree to go out with me she must be desperate no way Jose look at her! She's a shuttle engineer I'd love to be on the space shuttle she must be super smart and can have any guy she wants I wonder if she likes big men . . . . . . "Bob?" And she's so pretty! Long blonde hair, nice smile, slim and trim, she must work out damn I need to start losing weight she must think I'm a fat slob I wonder if she likes ice cream stop it Bob no ice cream she probably eats healthy no meat well maybe some meat hehehe look at those legs damn she's hot and no way she's 44 maybe 34 and those tits holy shit I'd like to put a lip lock on those babies Got Milk? yummy for Bob's tummy . . . . . "Did you hear what I said Bob?" Uh oh, Michele's talking to me. What the fuck did she say? "I'm sorry Michele, I was admiring the beautiful surroundings, present company included." "Aw isn't that sweet Cat, Bob thinks we're beautiful!" Catcatcatcatcatcatcat its cat don't forget it this time remember kitty cat pussy cat maybe just pussy hehehehehehe . . . . . "Thanks Bob," Cat said. "You're very welcome Cat." "Come on guys, lets go get something to eat," said Tim, Michele's husband. The conversation during dinner flowed easily and smoothly. Cat and Bob the Knob got along great. Bob was beside himself; he had never met such a fascinating woman before. She was so smart, she knew all kinds of things, and was quite well versed in quantum physics, which was one of Bob's hobbies. And she had been on an actual space shuttle!! A bunch of times!!! She went to parties with real live astronauts! And she'd been on TV too; well, her voice had, not her face, but it was only a matter of time. And she ran three miles every day, and had a black belt in karate, and best of all, she loved Star Trek! Even the original show, just like he did. Bob realized he was falling madly, deeply, irreparably in love with this woman he had just met. I sure hope she likes the Crusher, he thought to himself. Bob was getting turned on, not a good thing while he was out in public. His dick was getting hard, and the Crusher was growing larger. Even soft, the Crusher made a distinctive bulge in Bob the Knob's pants. But when it got hard, it looked like he was hiding a snake that just swallowed a Chihuahua in there. This could get embarrassing, he rightly thought. Cat thought Bob was a really nice guy, just like 'Chele had said. He didn't appear to be shy at all; in fact, he seemed very forward and uninhibited. Cat wondered if he knew they were drinking Long Island iced teas, and not the standard non-alcoholic version. After awhile, Cat noticed Bob was squirming around in his seat, like someone who needed to go to the bathroom. He seemed reluctant to get up from his chair. When dinner was over, they all drove back to Tim and Michele's house. Michele insisted Cat stay the night, mainly because she knew her friend was too drunk to drive herself through the mountains to get home. Cat was taken to the guest room on the second floor, where she immediately collapsed onto the bed, sound asleep. Bob insisted on sleeping on the pull out bed in the finished basement. It was quite nice down there actually, with a home theater system and sound proofed walls so that the rest of the house occupants wouldn't be disturbed when someone was watching the huge LCD TV with surround sound. Bob discovered Tim's secret stash of porno DVD's, and began watching a 3D animation about a beautiful and fearless princess from a solar system far far away, who, in order to rule the entire galaxy, must first defeat a slew of strange looking aliens by fucking them to death. He imagined Cat as the space princess (how appropriate!), her strong, athletic body stripped nude, standing in the middle of a huge arena as millions of beings watch her do battle against ugly, giant creatures with massive sex organs. One by one, she subdues her adversaries, taking impossibly large alien penises and thrusting them into all her human-sized orifices, sucking and fucking her way to an inevitable victory. By now Bob the Knob had a huge hard-on, which he was unconsciously rubbing along the outside of his boxers. Just then the real Cat stumbled into the basement, her eyes half shut from alcohol and sleepiness. She was wearing nothing more than a pair of yellow bikini panties and a white men's undershirt, probably borrowed from their host. Bob could see Cat's very prominent nipples poking out the front of the shirt, her areolas clearly visible through the thin cotton material. The undershirt was bunched up at her waist, exposing her belly button and the low-rise panties further down. Bob's dick got even harder, and he quickly grabbed a pillow and put it across his lap. Glancing at the TV screen, Cat said to Bob, "Ah, that must be the Discovery channel huh? Or maybe a long lost episode of Star Trek I never saw." Fumbling with the remote, Bob the Knob was trying to shut the damn thing off. Fuck, he thought, now she thinks I'm a pervert too. Ohmygod ohmygod she's coming over here she's gonna sit down look at those nippies god I'd like to tweak them what do you mean tweak them you idiot you mean suck them don't you yes I know what I mean don't talk to me like that who me yes you but I am you you moron oh shit I can see her pussy lips oh god look at that camel toe what does that mean anyway I don't know I guess camel toes look like pussies how can they look like pussies do camels have toes I thought they had hooves its just an expression you dumbass . . . . . . "Hello? Bob? You okay?" "Whaaa . . . . . Uh no, not really. I mean I'm okay, I meant the movie was just something I found laying around. It's pretty stupid actually, I don't think you'd like it. I'll just turn it to something else . . . " "No way! Leave it on, I wanna see if she can fit that thing into her pussy." Oooh she said pussy that turns me on oh no the crusher the crusher its growing oh no not again . . . . . . "Holy shit! I guess she can. Amazing what they can do with animation nowadays, huh Bob?" "Yeah its amazing alright. So you're a rocket scientist?" "No, I'm an engineer. Now I work as something called a CILO, Confidential Information Liaison Officer. I brief dignitaries on the shuttle, mission details, stuff like that. Hey give me one of those pillows so I can lay down and watch the movie with you." "You mean here on the bed?" "Uh, yeah Bob. Give me that one that's in your lap." "NO!" "My, my, aren't we possessive? Okay, then I'll just lay my head there." Cat lay down on the bed next to Bob the Knob and placed her head on the pillow in Bob's lap. It seemed lumpy and bumpy for some reason, so Cat started pounding it with her open palm, trying to flatten it down. Cat's shirt rose even higher, exposing more of her flat tummy while at the same time her panties slid lower, exposing the crack of her ass. Even as he grimaced from the pain in his crotch as Cat pummeled the Crusher, Bob the Knob wanted to lick her butt, he wanted to run his tongue up and down her ass crack, he wanted to dig deep, pull her fleshy orbs apart, jam the tip of his tongue into her poop shoot, ream her good, lickety lick. Bob the Knob loved butts, he loved buttholes, he loved Cat's butthole, he loved saying butthole. In the meantime, Cat was trying to figure out why the pillow was still lumpy bumpy. Bob the Knob looked like he was in a daze, so she grabbed the pillow and pulled it away from his lap. Ah there's the problem, Bob the Knob has a lumpy bump in his shorts. I wonder what that could be, she wickedly thought to herself. With an evil grin on her face, Cat said to Bob the Knob, "What have we here? Looks like someone is really enjoying this movie after all. Let's see what Bob the Knob is really made of." On the TV screen, the space princess had a giant cucumber-looking thingy in her mouth, and a spikey giant baseball bat thingy in her twat, and a long, thin python-like thingy in her ass, and she was doing her best to destroy these three aliens at one time. All of a sudden, the three aliens simultaneously ejaculated their alien sperm, filling the space princess orifices to overflowing. Alien jizz was everywhere, coating the princess from head to toe. Before Bob could react, Cat had managed to pull his shorts completely off, leaving him naked as the day he was born. The Crusher reared its massive head, staring at the pretty blonde woman with its one eye, sizing her up, ready to spit, waiting to inject its hot sticky venom into an innocent, unsuspecting victim. "What the fuck is that?" Cat exclaimed. Bob calmly replied, "Oh that's the Crusher." "The Crusher? Jesus H. Christ, don't tell me that's attached to your dick!" "That is the tip of my penis." Cat was staring at the largest cock helmet she had ever seen. And she had seen quite a few. That was the king of all mushroom caps, easily the size of cantaloupe. The shaft itself was of a normal size and length, but that tip . . . . . "No wonder they called you Bob the Knob! It doesn't have anything to do with your nose. Holy crap, have you ever managed penetration with it?" "No never. No woman has ever, um, been able to accommodate the Crusher. I don't think its physically possible actually. "Hmm, sounds like a challenge. I love a good challenge. Mind if I try?" "No, not at all, be my guest." Grabbing Bob's shaft with both hands, Cat brought the Crusher to her lips, licking it up and down and all around, completely coating it with her saliva. When she tried to get it into her mouth, it just wouldn't go. Even as big as her mouth is, Cat could not get the Crusher past her lips. "Wait a minute, I have an idea," said Cat. She ran upstairs to the kitchen and began looking for something, anything . . . . "Ah HAH! This should help." Cat grabbed a bottle of canola oil, a couple of sticks of butter (no margarine for this girl), and a can of whipped cream, and ran back down to the basement. Bob the Knob was holding his dick, his fist completely obscured by the Crusher. "Okay, lay flat on the bed." With Bob on his back, Cat straddled his legs, and then took the sticks of butter and coated his dick from top to bottom, stem to stern, fore and aft, port and starboard. The Crusher got a whole stick of butter all to himself, a thick layer which completely covered up any traces of the flesh beneath. Cat jumped off the bed and stood on the floor quickly stripping off her flimsy sleepwear. Bob the Knob stared at her boobs, her crotch, back to the boobs. He wished she would turn around so he could see her naked butt. Butthole butthole butthole I wish I could see Cat's butthole I like saying butthole hehehehehehe let me lick her butthole I want to suck her butthole the Crusher loves her butthole you can't have her butthole because you're too fat no you're too fat Cat won't marry you anyway yes she will I'll kidnap her and make her marry me mmm mmm good mmm mmm good that's what Cat's butthole is mmm mmm good. Laying back down on the bed, Cat brought her knees up and, taking the bottle of canola oil, poured a generous amount of the liquid into her snatch. When she felt filled up, she held her pussy lips closed to keep the oil from leaking out, and then climbed atop Bob the Knob, straddling the Crusher. She then squirted whipped cream into her mouth and down her throat, then applied a generous amount all over the Crusher. As she placed her twat against the huge protuberance, she slowly tried to force her pelvis down. Oil was leaking out of her cunt, dripping all over the whipped cream/butter coated Crusher. As Cat forced her hips down, she said, "So why . . . . . .ugh . . . . . do you . . . . . ooof . . . . . call it the Crusher?" Bob replied, "Because it tends to crush a woman's . . . . . . . sex parts. Its too much, no one can take it. I'll never get to penetrate a real live puss." "We'll see about that. There's no prick this little puss can't take. A woman can pass a baby through there, she can certainly pass a watermelon sized cock head. Just gimme a minute here." Cat flipped and flopped, she squirmed and squealed, she gyrated and pumped, and finally, something gave. Part of the spongy head went in. With renewed vigor, Cat bounced hard, up and down, her legs splayed out to the sides. It hurt a little, and even Bob was stifling a groan or two, but Cat was determined. She rocked front and back, side to side, and it went in a little more. "Come on, come on . . . . . . . uh gawd that thing is fucking killing me . . . . . . ouch, ouch, ouch . . . . . . . get in there dammit!" "Uh maybe we should wait awhile Cat, I don't think . . . . . . . YEOW!!" As Cat pushed down, she urged Bob to thrust up, and it moved again. More than half the Crusher was in, and now Cat knew why Bob the Knob called it that. It was crushing her clit, squeezing it like its never been squeezed before. Without warning, Cat had her first orgasm. Her vaginal muscles went into spasms, twisting and clenching, and the Crusher started to slip back out, but her internal lubricant helped a little, and the Crusher went back in, more and more, further and further. With one final plunge, Cat used all her weight and seated that bad boy completely within the confines of her cervix. "OW, OW, OW . . . . . . It's in! It's in! Hah, I told you! It's . . . . . . Oh my, I'm . . . . . . oh god . . . . . . I'm cu . . . cu . . . CUMMING!!!" The Crusher was fully inside Cat, the giant mushroom head pushing her organs this way and that. A huge bulge showed prominently in Cat's pelvis, her pussy lips clenched over the shaft of Bob's penis, the edges of the Crusher were wrapped tightly, sealing it firmly inside. Living up to its name, the Crusher kept a constant pressure on Cat's clit, pushing, squeezing, mashing, CRUSHING! Cat was experiencing one orgasm after another, they wouldn't stop. The stimulation was relentless, it just kept coming, crashing, pounding, sending wave after wave of pleasure through Cat's body. It was wonderful, it was strange, it was driving her mad with lust. There was no break, no pause, it just wouldn't stop. Cat couldn't see, couldn't hear, couldn't think, couldn't . . . . . . . . . Bob was in heaven, he couldn't believe she got it in. No woman had ever done that before. It felt so good, so right, so goddamn tight! Jeez what a fucking squeeze holy shit wowow yeah baby alright you go girl who's your daddy? oh man that feels good I want this all the time I gotta get me some of this I want my baby back baby back baby back ribs this chick is mine she must be stretched like the grand canyon I'm keeping her all to myself damn fuck shit on a stick . . . . . Mmpfh . . . . . uh oh here it comes . . . . . Bob the Knob "OH GOD . . . . HOLY FUCKING SHIT . . . . . . OH LORDY LORDY . . . . . JESUS FUCKING CHRIST . . . . . . . I'M FUCKING CUMMING IN YOUR CUNT BITCH . . . . . . I'M FILLING YA UP BABY DOLL . . . . . . . . . HERE IT COMES . . . . . . . . . SHEEEE . . . IT!!!!!!!" Bob shot the biggest, longest, stickiest, hottest, thickest, nastiest wad of jism in his life. He had never, ever felt anything so good. This was the only woman for him, that's for sure. For the first time in his life Bob the Knob was deeply, madly, passionately, irrevocably, head-over-heels in love, and he was gonna keep this Cat woman (hahahahaha Catwoman, get it?) all for himself. Yeah baby! While Bob the Knob was blowing both nuts into Cat's innards, she was out cold, having passed out from the continuous, never-ending series of orgasms produced by the Crusher. Even as she would start to wake up, the orgasms would continue, and unable to manage the sensory overload, the pretty blonde rocket scientist would blast off into unconsciousness again and again. Once Bob the Knob's climax subsided, he realized his soon-to-be bride (I'll propose to her as soon as she wakes up dammit! I know she'll say yes) was passed out. He tried to wake her up, but whenever her eyes would flutter open, she'd groan with pleasure and pass out again. "Hmm," Bob the Knob thought to himself, "This could be a problem. I guess I better pull the Crusher out so she can wake up so I can ask her to marry me so we can get hitched so we can go on our honeymoon so I can put the Crusher back in her coozy so he'll be warm and content so we can all live happily ever after." But try as he might, Bob the Knob couldn't extract the Crusher from Cat's coozy. It was stuck good and tight, and apparently it had no intention of leaving. "Oh this is just GREAT!" Bob thought to himself. "How the hell do I get on the plane next week when it's time to go home? I'll have to pay for an extra ticket now! How will I drive my car to get to work? OH NO!!!! How will I sit at my table at the diner so I can EAT!!" Bob the Knob was pretty much a basic needs kind of guy . . . his own needs mostly. If this woman remained attached to his crotch for the rest of his life, it was going to seriously affect his lifestyle, mostly when it comes to food. That was enough motivation for Bob. Bob the Knob slid himself and the still unconscious Cat over to the edge of the bed, where he then pushed forward off the mattress, so that he was now in a standing position. Unfortunately Cat was still attached to the Crusher, dangling in mid-air between Bob's rather large legs. Bob had to stand with his feet wide apart, so as not to scissor squash the woman hanging between his legs. As Bob the Knob stood there trying to think of what to do next, the basement door flew open and down the stairs came Tim. The spectacle that met his eyes was strange and unique, to say the least: Bob and Cat were both naked as jaybirds, with a sound asleep Cat hanging between Bob's legs, his dick firmly imbedded in her pussy, as Bob stood next to the bed seemingly deep in thought. 'Uh, hey Bob, what's up? You guys practicing your gymnastics for the next Olympics? Pairs skating? Mud wrestling? Gonna join Cirque de Solei?" "Very funny Tim. This is very serious. Cat and I are stuck together and I can't seem to get us apart. The Crusher is stuck inside her cooter and I don't know what to do now." "The what is stuck inside her what?" "The Crusher! The Crusher! Its what I call the tip of my penis. Her cooter is her vagina. Get it now, were stuck. How am I gonna explain this to my boss?" "Well I'd say that's the least of your problems at the moment. Let me have a look here, you don't mind do you?" "No, but just keep your hands off of my equipment, I'm not gay you know, just because I come from San Francisco you know." "Okay Bob, no one's accusing anyone of being gay. Besides, how many gay guys have a pretty blonde woman permanently attached to their johnson? So how come she's unconscious?" "Because every time she wakes up, the Crusher squeezes her clit, and then she has multiple orgasms which overload her brain and she passes out." "I know there's a blonde joke in there somewhere," mumbled Tim. During this exchange, Tim had been examining the "situation". He concentrated mostly on Cat's anatomy, fingering and probing and mauling and tweaking, hoping to see a solution to Bob's dilemma. "Lay down on the bed Bob, and keep Cat on top of you, I want to see something." Bob duckwalked back to the bed and flopped down on his back, pulling Cat on top of him. His legs still dangled over the edge while Cat's legs stuck straight out. Tim got down on his knees between Bob's widespread legs, and proceeded to spread Cat's legs even wider. It was a good thing she was limber, because Tim practically had her in a 180 degree split, her shins resting on top of Bob's thighs. "Wow, you're buried in to the balls huh Bob? Bet it's nice and tight in there huh? Damn, I'm jealous Bob. Saay, if she's still unconscious when we get you guys apart, maybe I can dip my stick in there for a bit, whadda say Bobby boy? My ball sack is still half full, even after I nailed your cousin Michele twice last night." "Uh, well I don't know, Cat and I are . . . . " "Geez Bob, have you seen this butt? That is one fine looking butthole Miss Cat has there. Its begging to be licked. Hey, that gives me an idea! I think I know how to get you guys separated." Nononononononononononono I wanna lick her butt don't let Tim do it . . . . "You know Tim, I was planning on asking Cat to marry me, so I really don't think you should be licking the butthole of my wife-to-be. At least let me go first." "Hey really? Congratulations!!!! I know 'Chele was hoping you two would hit it off, but this is gonna be a real shocker. I'm afraid I'll have to do the licking though Bob, after all, I'm here and you're there. Once you're separated, its every man for himself eh?" Before Bob the Knob could answer, Tim buried his face between Cat's butt cheeks and began a tongue assault on her bung hole. Cat woke up almost immediately but soon succumbed to the clitoral stimulation supplied by the Crusher. Tim was eating out her poop shoot, enjoying every moment of it. He thought to himself, "Wow, Cat's shit really doesn't stink! How about that! Wait 'til I tell 'Chele, she'll be soooo jealous." Tim continued sucking on the blonde's anus, pushing his tongue in as far as it would go. When he felt he had lubricated it well enough for what he had in mind, he stood back up, and then noticed a stick of real butter on the nightstand. Disregarding the risk to his own health from excess cholesterol, Tim slathered the butter all over Cat's butt crack and then deep inside her rectum. He dropped his pants and proceeded to lube his semi-erect dick with the remaining butter, and then warned Bob the Knob what he was about to do. "Okay Bob, when my pecker penetrates Cat's ass, the pressure should be enough to push your Crusher out. Try lifting her off your dick as I shove mine in deeper. Ready?" "I guess so." Placing the tip of his normal sized cock at the entrance to Cat's rectum, Tim began to push, and immediately met resistance. Tim wondered aloud, "What the hell's in there, a bowling ball?" So he pushed a little harder, and harder still, until his little fire helmet finally broke through Cat's sphincter, but then it stopped again. "C'mon Bob, use your hands and push on her hips, I think this is gonna work." So Bob the Knob pushed and he pushed, while on the other side Tim poked and he probed and he poked some more. Pushing and poking and pushing and probing, the two men got a fairly good rhythm going, Tim's cock head now a bit deeper, the Crusher starting to make its appearance again, the fat spongy edges just barely visible along the outline of Cat's overstretched cunt lips. Beads of sweat were beginning to form on Tim's brow, as perspiration poured from every pore on Bob the Knob's face and neck. It's coming, its gonna blow, here it comes, just a wee bit more . . . . . . . Cat's eyes flitter fluttered open, just as the Crusher started to exit her twat and as Tim's prick began to sink deeper into her bowels. The Crusher was still mauling, squeezing, flattening her clit, but not as much as before, and the waves of orgasms were beginning to ebb. A new sensation was trying to take over, a different squeezing, ripping, tearing, probing, fullness, as if she hadn't taken dump in days, the excruciating pain of something fat and long pushing into her . . . . . . . . . . . . "OW . . . . HEY, WHAT THE FUCK??!!" As Cat clamped down on her sphincter muscles, she also clamped down on her vaginal muscles, squirting the Crusher right out as if it were made of unformed jello. Unfortunately Bob the Knob was still pushing with all his might on her hips, so when the Crusher came out, Cat went flying backwards, right on top of Tim, who was still poking and probing with all his might at her back door. Even though Bob the Knob had cum once already, the Crusher had received a hefty cooter jolt when Cat squeezed her cunt muscles, and it sprayed another huge blob of hot protein into her love tunnel before exiting. Even after separation, the Crusher continued to shoot ropey white gobs of semen, hitting Cat in the face and hair and chest. Tim fell to the floor on his back, with an impaled Cat falling right on top of him. Tim's dick went into Cat's ass all the way to his balls as Cat sat down hard on his lap, crushing his nuts in the process. Before the pain of flattened gonads hit him, Tim had been extremely turned on by the previous process, and he spurted heavily into Cat's rectum, filling the remaining space in her bowels with a gooey wad of jizz. "YEOWWWWW!! JESUS H CHRIST WHAT'S THAT IN MY ASS A BASEBALL BAT?" Unfortunately Tim couldn't answer because with flattened gonads and the wind knocked out of him from a 115 lb Cat sitting on his pelvis, he couldn't breathe, let alone speak. Cat jumped up off of Tim, relieving the pressure on his balls, so that he was able to inhale again. Cat had streams of sticky cum running down her legs, leaking out of both her twat and her asshole. Together with her face and chest completely covered in jizz, it looked like she had just been the main attraction at a marathon gang bang. Cat stood there looking at the two nearly unconscious men, wondering what the hell had just happened. Both her ass and her pussy hurt like hell, but she sort of remembered a really good feeling, like floating in the clouds. When she got a better look at the Crusher, it suddenly all came back to her. "Holy shit," she thought to herself, "I put that thing in my watuzi? Hah, I knew I could do it. I'll bet 'Chele couldn't do it. Hmmm . . . . . . " Suddenly, the basement door flew open one more time and Michele came bouncing down the stairs, all perky and cheerful. "Hey you guys, what's going on down . . . . . . . . . OH MY GOD!!!" With an evil grin on her face, Cat decided it was time to find out. THE END